‘Now her,’ Brad ordered. I moved my fingers to her mound. The hood pushed back. I rubbed Bob’s goo into Tiffany. The whipping had also brought h...r so close to release that I wondered again if there were people who could come just from being beaten. I wondered if I could. She cried out and thrust forward, pinning my hand between her and her husband. I stood. Bob’s come still sticky and hot on my hand. And turned to Brad. ‘Whip me,’ I demanded. ‘No.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘Because I agreed not to mark you.. Nothing happened for the rest of our holiday or that night. I didn't mindat all but wasn't anti-social about it. I saw Corey for just a minute andlet him do his thing.My alarm early on Tuesday signaled another start of classes. Other thanworking out at the Rec Center and getting a schedule of intramural games,the day was like most except for the fact Corey and I had dinner with mydad and Gloria. It was very nice and quite tension free. Slowly, I thinkDad is growing to accept me.Wednesday's. Heather took her son’s place in the leatherchair. It was warm and slick from his perspiration, butshe didn’t mind. She loved his scent. It was a headymixture of sweat and tangy shower soap and the sweet,musky aroma of the precum that was dripping from hiscock.Heather scooted her butt to the edge of the seat andChris took the hint immediately by dropping to hisknees and firmly planting his lips on is mother’s pussylips. Heather picked up the microphone and held itclose to her. They rode to the right where the corral was, and dismounted from the horses and unsaddled them. Jack led them into the corral while Ariel untied the backpack from his saddle, and the cooler from hers, carrying them to the lean-to on the left side of the clearing.Jack looked around the clearing as he put the horses in the corral. The corral was on the right side of the clearing and had a pole fence. It was about 100 feet long and 50 feet wide and had a bunch of trees at one end for shade. There.